Edwin winced at the sound, that was just one of many things he really didn't miss about being human: the ability to be sick.

But he knew pointing that out -or the reason for it- would only make things worse, so instead he grabbed a handful of paper towels to wet them in the sink, sidling closer to dab at Charles' face with them, "Well, your aim is as impeccable as ever, nothing on yourself at all, I'm impressed, actually."

He wasn't going to try to get Charles to move to the sink until he knew he was actually steady on his feet and finished heaving. He did shift his weight a little so that he could actually flush the toilet, feeling well enough himself for the time being, but the smell of it would undoubtedly have set him off before too long if he hadn't done so.